The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 64: Blade of the Fire in the Nest

after an hour.

After the bodies in the corridor and stairwell were packed up and taken away, George shook hands with Locke and left the apartment.

After receiving the message, the SHIELD logistics staff who came to help repair the door have already repaired it.

Locke and Natasha watched George's police car and the SHIELD logistics staff go away, then turned around and went back into the apartment.

"You're exposed."

"what."

"There was a SHIELD agent just now, he's Nick Fury's man."

After Natasha closed the door, she said this to Locke with a serious expression.

Locke frowned, thinking about the three SHIELD agents who had just come over and didn't seem to have any special skills.

"Who?"

“The dark one.”

"..."

"Most of the dark-skinned people are Nick Fury's people."

Natasha looked at Locke who was silent and explained, "It was only after Nick Fury took office that the bureau began to recruit black agents."

Locke wanted to laugh when he heard this.

He thought of the Bharat people.

It is said that once a Barat person comes to a company and takes power, the number of Barats will increase rapidly over a period of time thereafter.

Natasha looked at Locke's expression and said, "You don't believe it?"

Locke came back to his senses and shook his head: "No, I'm just curious, Nick Fury did this, do the Security Council and Maria Hill have any objections?"

Natasha shrugged.

"Why don't you have any objections? But Nick Fury was recommended by the former director Alexander Pierce, and now Alexander Pierce is a director of the Federation."

"Ok."

Locke smiled, walked to the bar, and poured himself a glass of bourbon.

Natasha blinked: "Aren't you worried?"

Locke looked at Natasha while holding his glass.

"worry about what?"

"You're exposed."

"so what?"

Locke sneered and said, "This was originally a plot by the Sentinel Secret Service and Commander Maria Hill. It's an open conspiracy. How dare he assassinate me?"

He is not the same person he was two months ago.

Two months ago, Locke might have kept a low profile.

but now?
If you have the guts, try assassinating the black-salted egg.

Locke will die if he lets him try!

Natasha looked at the flash of domineering look on Locke's face and gave him a thumbs up.

"Domineering."

"Thank you."

Locke raised the corner of his mouth and accepted Natasha's praise.

Natasha sat down opposite Locke, then raised her eyebrows, thinking of the phone call just now, and looked at Locke curiously: "By the way, who called just now?"

Locke's right hand, which was holding the wine glass, paused for a moment.

Forgot about it.

"Blade was attacked."

“…Ah? When?”

"Just now."

Locke put down the wine glass in his hand, grabbed the coat he had just taken off, and walked towards the door.

Natasha came to her senses and hurriedly followed.

after an hour.

Locke and Natasha sat in the car, staring at the machine repair warehouse not far away, which was on fire with flames flickering in the darkness, and the firefighters from the New York Fire Department who were struggling to put out the fire.

"Hiss, Blade won't die, will he?"

"No, the satellite images show that Blade and another person left the warehouse while the fire was breaking out."

Locke shook his head.

In order to revive the Blood God, Blade cannot die.

Unless Quinn is lying. But this possibility can be ruled out.

Apart from the continuous flow of extraordinary points rewards that just sounded, Locke did not receive any extraordinary points rewards from Quinn.

And it's unlikely that Quinn would know how to unteam with him.

Locke thought to himself.

after awhile.

With the firefighters' hard work, the fire was gradually brought under control, and after a while, the fire was basically out.

Seeing this, Locke called out to Natasha who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Go and have a look."

"it is good."

The two men got out of the car, and Locke walked in front. When a firefighter was about to stop him, he directly showed his Secret Service ID to clear the way.

"SSS!"

"..."

Locke led Natasha into the cordon unimpeded, and then saw the car that had been burned to a shell at the door of the warehouse.

"That's Blade's car."

"Ah."

Locke glanced and nodded, then saw two firefighters carrying a charred body out of the warehouse.

Although the body was burnt, the general outline could still be seen.

Not a blade.

"Abraham Whistler." Locke recognized the owner of the body from the shape of the charred corpse.

Natasha frowned: "Blade's adoptive father?"

Locke nodded: "It should be."

The fire captain who came out of the warehouse saw Locke and Natasha and walked up to them.

"You are……"

"SSS."

Locke showed his ID again, then looked into the charred warehouse and asked, "Is this the only body you found?"

Although the fire chief was somewhat curious about why the Sentinel Special Service came here, he still answered, "Yes, we have only found this one for now. As for whether there are more inside, we can only wait until daybreak to go in and search. It is too dangerous to go in now."

Locke thanked her and said to Natasha, "Let's go."

"Where?"

"Let's talk after we get in the car."

After Locke brought Natasha back to the car, he took out the communicator, gave one to Natasha, and then directly contacted Debbie, who had just been pulled out of bed by his remote call.

"Debbie, did you find it?"

"Still looking."

At the Sentinel Command Operations Center, Debbie, who was wearing a bunny pajamas, yawned and stared at the big screen with her big eyes: "After Blade and the other two left the warehouse, the satellite image was interfered with. We can only search through surveillance, but Blade specifically chose the small roads without surveillance. I'm trying my best."

"Two people, who is the other one?"

"what……"

Debbie listened to Natasha's voice and her sleepiness disappeared. She blinked her eyes and didn't hear Locke's attempt to stop her. Then she opened her mouth and said, "Vanessa."

Natasha looked at Locke who was standing beside her: "The female doctor who was bitten by a vampire?"

Locke nodded.

"Debbie, have you found the cause of the interference in the satellite image?"

"The technical department is investigating."

"Notify me as soon as there is news."

"receive."

Locke took out the communicator and threw it aside.

Natasha also took off the communicator and asked in confusion: "Why did Blade take this female doctor with him instead of his adoptive father Whistler?"

Locke thought of the injuries on the charred body he had just seen.

“Maybe I can’t take it with me.”

"What should we do now?"

"Go back to the bureau first."

Locke said as he restarted the car, started it, and drove away.

(End of this chapter)